"Did you see any signs of them ?" "No, sir, but the adobe house is large enough to hide them all." "Any trenches near the house ?" "No, sir." "I am afraid it would do little good to approach the house in broad daylight," Lieutenant Trent reflected, excitedly, "but it should make an excellent enterprise late in the night.

I will report this matter to Commander Dillingham, in command of the advanced line.

With his permission, we'll try to-night for the capture of that much needed pair of rascals." "Our signalman is being called from the advanced line, sir," reported a saluting sailorman.
Wheeling, Trent ordered his own signalman to wig-wag, "Go ahead." Then the lieutenant stood reading the message.
"You will fall back upon the advanced line," the signal read.
"Send 'O.K.,'" called the lieutenant.
"Sir," cried a sentry, "There's a party coming in.

You can just make 'em out, sir." Stepping forward, Trent brought up his fieldglasses, while Dave informed him: "That was the second matter upon which I intended to report to you, sir.

I observed those people from the airship.